Enoch considered. “Is that the best way to go about it? I mean, I’ve never seen someone fuck a mated alpha bitch—not in human form, anyway. What’s it going to do to her?”
What was Cole doing? What the hell was he going to do to her?
“She’ll be fine,” said Cole.
“You might just break her, and then she won’t even be able to give us more information.”
Break me? Dana didn’t like this. She didn’t like any of this, and she hadn’t signed up for this, and she didn’t want it. “No,” she whispered.
“What was that, sister?” said Enoch, grinning.
“No,” she said again, this time louder.
Cole gave her a look, as if trying to tell her to shut up. But she wasn’t going to listen to him. She wasn’t going to let this happen to herself, not if she could stop it. She was terrified, and—
“She’ll be fine,” said Cole, grabbing her by the arm. “And to be on the safe side, you should think of the most important piece of information she could give us about the SF.”
Dana struggled. “Don’t. Please, don’t.”
Cole laughed. “Oh, come on, beautiful, you know that never works with me.”
And he was right about that. She’d told him no before, and he’d done it anyway, and she… Terror gripped her. Her whole body sang with it.
Cole tangled his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back. He peered over her shoulder at Enoch. “Is it a deal? You leave me alone with her afterward?”
Enoch chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll give you your privacy.”
Cole pulled her by her hair to the table in the kitchenette.
“Stop it,” she said, thrashing in his arms.
Cole held her fast. “What do you want to know, Enoch?”
“Security,” said Enoch. “What have they done to change things since the strike in California?”
Cole’s voice at her ear, whispering. “Put your arms out.”
She didn’t. She was trembling and terrified.
“Do it, Dana.”
She obeyed him. Some part of her always made her obey him, but she shouldn’t, because he was horrible, and he didn’t care about her at all. Avery would never do this to her. Avery would rather die than do this to her.
Cole pushed her face down into the table.
She whimpered. She was starting to cry now. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t.
But then Cole’s body was over hers, and he was whispering in her ear again. She could hear him, but Enoch couldn’t. Cole’s voice was deep and lush. “This is going to be fast, beautiful. It’ll be quick, and it’ll be over soon. You need to let me do this. Just take me, let it happen.”
She was sobbing.
His fingers were between her legs, and he was stroking her clit. More whispers. “Open for me. Give yourself to me.”
And she was getting wet. That was the hell of it. It was always easy for him to make her wet. But that didn’t mean she liked it. She didn’t like this at all.
As his fingers glided over her again, the wolf bond poured agony into her. She cried out as the dark pain made her writhe.
“Shh,” Cole soothed darkly in her ear. “It’ll be over soon. The minute I’m inside you, you tell him everything you know about security.”
Security? What the hell? She didn’t know anything about that. She didn’t even work for the SF anymore. She had no idea what they were doing. Did he want her to make something up, or—
She screamed.
Maybe he said the thing about security to distract her, she didn’t know, but one second she was bent over a table with Cole behind her, and the next second, he was filling her, his cock forcing its way deep into her body.
And it was bad, because it was familiar and sweet in some ways. She remembered how nice it had been to have Cole inside her, how much pleasure he’d wrung from her in the past. But this situation was horrible, and the wolf bond hated this.
It burned, like her insides were aflame. It was agonizing. She shrieked, her limbs flailing, the handcuffs that bound her hands rattling.
Cole’s voice in her ear. “Security, Dana.”
“I don’t know anything about security,” she screamed, unsure if she was telling this to Cole or putting on a show for Enoch. The world was pain and misery, and she wanted to die.
“Make something up,” he panted in her ear. He was moving in her, slamming in and out of her body.
“I can’t,” she yelled. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything. We don’t have security.”
“Dana.” Cole’s whisper was irritated. “You’re prolonging this.”
Oh, fuck him. That bastard. He wasn’t being—
A fresh wave of misery hit her, the wolf bond searing deep inside her. She thought she might be falling apart.
She gritted her teeth, but a guttural cry ripped out of her. Her whole body stretched and strained. She needed to get away from Cole.
But he was holding onto her, and he was pinning her to the table, and—
“We don’t have anything,” she gasped. “We barely have twenty people trained to use guns, and they’re all armed with tranqs. There’s nothing.”
“Good,” Cole whispered in her ear.
“Nothing,” she ground out.
And then Cole’s fingers were on her clit again, and—
Oh, fuck, he was not somehow making her come during this. There was no way she was having an orgasm during this, not this—
“Nothing, nothing, there’s nothing,” she moaned.
The pleasure was a balm for a moment. Sweet, sweet convulsions in her pelvis, a relief.
But then the wolf bond slammed into her, and torment burned through her body. She couldn’t tell now if the throbbing twinges were the orgasm or the pain. The agony and the ecstasy twined around each other, pulsing deep into her very core, and she screamed and screamed and screamed, her throat torn by the force of it, by the pain, by the horrible, horrible—
And it was done.
He wasn’t inside her. He wasn’t touching her.
She went slack on the table, not moving except for spasms that shook her body.
It took her a minute to realize the spasms were sobs. She was crying, but she felt like her body was doing it, not her, as if it was an involuntarily physical response. She felt disconnected from everything.
She felt broken.
* * *
Cole zipped up his pants and looked up at Enoch. “Now you leave.”
Shit. Dana was crying. Cole hated it when she cried. He wanted Enoch out now.
Enoch got to his feet. “That was definitely the deal.” He wandered over to the table. He nudged Dana.
“Don’t,” Cole growled. Had he screwed up? Had he pushed her too far? Her body was racked with sobs. He felt a burst of icy terror knotting up in his stomach. Shit.
Enoch smirked. “All right, all right. She’s yours.” He took a deep breath. “You think she’s telling the truth about security?”
“Enoch, they don’t even suspect wolves. They don’t think what you did was an attack on the SF. They think it was an isolated incident out west. Humans shooting furs. There wouldn’t be any reason for them to increase security.”
Enoch nodded slowly, smiling. “Yeah, you’re right. Good deal. Thanks, Cole. You’re really putting my mind at ease about this stuff.”
“Sure thing,” said Cole. “Anything for the cause.” Get the hell out of here, he thought.
“Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been very trusting of you.” Enoch looked down at Dana.
She was still sobbing, and Cole really didn’t like the way it sounded. His fear was growing, cold fingers climbing up his spine. He had no idea what that wolf bond had done to her, and, besides, what had just happened to her was bad enough without all that pain. He wanted Enoch away, so that he could try to comfort her, try to… fix her. If he hadn’t destroyed her already.
No. No, she’ll be okay. She’s strong.
He’d done other things
to her. Worse things. He’d tried to kill her. That was worse than this, wasn’t it? Shit, maybe this was the worst thing he’d ever done to her.
Stop crying, Dana.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was in full-blown panic now.
“The attack’s set for next month,” said Enoch. “First Wednesday. They should all be relaxing after the full moon, and they won’t be expecting it.”
Oh. This was the information he needed. Enoch was telling him everything. Why did he have to be doing that now, when Cole didn’t even feel like concentrating on it? He tried to store that somewhere in his brain, tried to make himself remember it.
“Good,” said Cole. “That’s a good plan.”
“Sorry I kept it from you.” Enoch headed for the door of the RV. “Oh, and brother?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re in Arkansas.”
“Oh,” said Cole, unsure of why Enoch was saying that.
“You wanted to know where we were,” said Enoch.
“Right,” said Cole. “Thanks.”
“Of course.” Enoch opened the door.
“Enoch, wait.”
Enoch turned back again. “What?”
“Uh…can I unhandcuff her? She’s probably not going anywhere right now.”
Enoch peered at Dana’s motionless form. “I guess she’s not.” He pulled the key out of his pocket and handed it to Cole.
Cole went to Dana and unlocked the handcuffs. She didn’t seem to register what had happened. She didn’t move, anyway. She just kept sobbing. Cole swallowed. He went back to Enoch and handed him the key.
“Have fun with her,” said Enoch.
Cole nodded, trying to look eager at the prospect, when all he was feeling was bright terror.
Enoch left the RV.
Cole dragged a hand over his face.
Dana was still crying. She hadn’t moved. She was just lying there, sobbing her heart out.
Cole stared at her. Shit.
He should have come up with a better idea. He should have said to hell with the idea of fooling Enoch, grabbed Dana, and run. Just gotten the two of them away somewhere.
But maybe they wouldn’t have made it. Maybe Enoch would have caught up to them. Maybe they’d both be prisoners, then. Maybe worse things would be happening to Dana.
Because there were worse things. There were. She was going to be okay. She had to be.
He’d done it because he wanted to. Some part of him really got turned on from taking her like that. Some part of him even liked the fact that she’d been in pain.
There was something very wrong with him, and he’d destroyed Dana.
Shit.
He went to the back of the RV and rummaged around in the little closet area next to the bed. From what Enoch had said, this RV used to belong to Deedee, and no one was using it, at least not permanently. They said that he could crash there, so he was fairly sure that he and Dana would be left alone. But was there anything left behind? Clothes? Something she could wear?
He found a man’s t-shirt. It was big, probably belonged to Enoch.
He went back to Dana. He knelt down next to her. “Hey,” he said quietly.
She opened her eyes. Her cheek was pressed against the table. She stared at him blankly.
“Can you put this on?” he asked.
She didn’t respond.
Okay, then. Fuck, what the hell had he done to her? He took a shaky breath. “Dana, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I thought…”
“You’re an asshole,” she said.
She can talk. He let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m an asshole. Now, put this on.”
She reached out for the shirt. Her movements were jerking and trembling. She snatched it from him, and then pulled it over her head.
The shirt nearly came down to her knees. She looked down at herself. She was shaking all over.
He stood up. “I’m sorry.”
She massaged the bridge of her nose. “It’s okay. You convinced him, didn’t you? Now we know when the attack is. Now we know where we are.”
“I don’t think it was worth it. I shouldn’t have… done that to you.”
“Maybe not.” She hugged herself. “But now we know everything, so you can just take me home now. I want to leave.”
Right. They knew what they needed to know. They could go. “Okay. But we should wait until later, when everyone’s asleep. That’ll be the easiest way to leave undetected.”
“Okay,” she said.
He didn’t know what else to say.
She wasn’t looking at him. She fingered the edge of the t-shirt. Then she wandered over to the bed at the back of the RV, and she sat down on it.
He stayed put, just looking at her. “Dana, should we talk about—?”
“I hate you,” she said.
He looked down at his shoes. They’d said those words to each other before, he knew. But this time, it felt different. “Well, you probably should hate me.”
“I do.”
“Good.” He raised his gaze to meet hers. “This is what I am, Dana. This is what I’ve always been.”
Her lower lip trembled. “You’re cruel.”
“Yeah.”
“I hate you.”
“Getting that.” He turned away from her, running a hand over the stubble on top of his head.
She didn’t say anything else.
He didn’t know what to say to her. He sat down at the table. It smelled like Dana’s pussy, and his cock throbbed.
He hadn’t finished. There was no way he could do that in front of Enoch, not like that. He wouldn’t deny that bending her over the table had turned him on. Taking her that way had excited him, or he wouldn’t have managed to achieve an erection. But he hadn’t been about to make her wait all the way until he came.
She always came easy. When he was touching her, he felt like her body was perfectly designed for him. She gave up her secret places of pleasure so easily to his questing fingers. He could make Dana come any time he wanted. He knew just how to do it.
There hadn’t been a lot of other women in Cole’s bed, but there had been a few. Those women always seemed like they had bodies locked up tight against him. He couldn’t figure them out.
No, Dana was special.
And she hated him.
He’d just hurt her—tortured her, terrorized her, and he felt bad about that. He did. Really.
But he could smell her all over this damned table, and he was still hard, and he…
Damn it.
There was something very, very wrong with him.
“Cole?” said Dana.
He looked up at her. “Yeah?”
“How long do you think it’ll be before we can go?”
“I don’t know. Hours. Probably not until after midnight.”
“You want to come over here?”
“What?” Why would she say that? “You hate me.”
“I know.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I know that. But that’s the goddamned problem with you, Cole. I hate you. I’ve always hated you. And yet I always want you too. And I’m kind of worked up, so come over here.”
He lurched to his feet. “You don’t mean…”
“Well, I don’t want your hands on me. It hurts too much. But…” She swallowed.
He went over to her. He stood next to the bed, but he didn’t sit down.
“Unzip your pants,” she said.
“Dana…” He was confused. He was so confused, but he might be more turned on than he was confused. “I don’t think you should—”
“I know, Cole. I know. There’s something wrong with me. There’s something very, very wrong with me. Now show me your fucking cock.”
He undid his pants. He was already hard, and he sprang free the minute he opened the zipper, poking through the opening in his boxers.
She sucked in breath. She got up on her knees and moved closer, looking at him. “I miss your cock. I think about it sometimes.” She looked up at hi
m, parting her lips. “Touch yourself,” she murmured.
God, that was pretty much the hottest thing she’d ever said to him. He complied, wrapping his hand around the base.
She nodded. “Good.” Her fingers darted underneath the t-shirt, between her legs.
He watched as she began to rub herself there.
And he began to drag his hand over his shaft.
She locked eyes with him. Her breath quickened.
Yeah, she hated him all right.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dana was sleeping. Well, she was half awake now, but she had been sleeping. She curled up into Cole’s body, her face pressed into his chest, and his arms were around her. She felt safe and quiet here. It was the same tranquility she felt when she was the wolf, running under the trees in the forest.
His lips whispered over her forehead. “Wake up, beautiful.”
She didn’t think she wanted to. It was easier if she stayed like this, and it felt nicer. If she woke up, she was going to have to think about everything that had happened. And if she thought about it, it was going to hurt. She was going to remember how much he’d hurt her.
She stirred a little bit, and her fingers went to the scar on her belly. She touched the puckered skin.
“Dana?” His voice was low and rumbling.
She lifted her face to look up at him. He was so enticing to her, and she knew it didn’t make any sense.
“What are you doing?” He sounded amused.
Oh, he thought she was touching herself again. He didn’t realize her hand was on the scar.
He looked down, and then he did.
He sighed.
Then his fingers were there too, tracing the place where he’d marked her. “God, Dana, I’m sorry.”
She butted her face into his chest again, rubbing against him, breathing in his scent. They were in a jumble here, a tangle of limbs and warmth, like a pile of wolf pups.
His fingers moved, trailing away from her belly and resting on her bare hip.
Cole hurt her. He always hurt her.
And she kept wanting him through all of it. She shouldn’t. Why couldn’t she stop? “I wish I did hate you,” she muttered.
His hand slid up her back, pulling her tight against him. “I don’t.”
They lay like that for several more moments. She liked the heat of him, their skin only separated by fabric. She liked his smell. She liked the way she could hear his heart thudding inside him.
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